Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then I know now
Had I now what I knew then..
I might be human
with all the little stupid
As I fix sins and vixens vick
Stitch clothes for the characters play then switch roles
Nail me to the cross
The cloth costs less
I'd less
if I still had your soft to rest my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my issues with problems and
but I exactly remember the model or make
Now glass break in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this trip
My bed is of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to

I had my and lows
When on top, I let you peek out over my
on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you might still be
My is filthy..
from my when you weren't there. But to keep from feeling guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an
Jealous of his and doubts that he even has a soul

My pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
I'm a ghost for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters sing

I'm in a strangers tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

They get of what I have to give...IF THAT
all about the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. Easy to
foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their strings to break.

The pillars that held up my halfway house have been taken out.
I'm in my last days now. There's a coming soon.
I just want to crawl back into my womb
I a comfort zone,
But obviously I need to find another
To my own...and always return to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and sleep,
creating memories to remember and then I to eat.

Went to the street you used to live on, at the bedroom window of your old home
with puppy eyes...waiting for God to me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye while I settle for less
I'm at best. Sulking while abandoning settlements
my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Playing mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood then turn cold,
when you made me through rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.
it me so messy
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.